#cas vs doors

[shallowseeker]

So, it's been established that Cas doesn't like

Well.

Neither does:

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

I love when characters have dumb pet peeves.

[musclesandhammering]

It’s extra fun though because that wasn’t even the first time. A hundred years before, he helped murder Lily Sunder’s daughter (an actual small child) because he thought she was a nephilim.

hey remember that time that cas killed a nephil. how fucked up was that. do you think he thought about them when kelly was pregnant with jack? do you think he feels guilty whenever he looks at them?

[iheartsophie]

Surprise!!

Harry Lewis (W2S) x Fem!Reader (3.6k words)

Summary: Reader surprises Harry during the Sidemen’s “$20,000 VS $200 HOLIDAY” after not seeing eachother for a month

Warnings: Swearing, PDA, small panic attack, NOT PROOF READ!!!!

Author note: i linked “I Got U” as a song because i feel like that is the most summer feeling song i know and im missing summer rn

So a bit of backstory, Josh has planned a $20,000 vs $200 holiday an he called me around two weeks ago asking if I would join in the video and surprise Harry as well as the other lads- of course I said yes! I’ve currently been away on a business trip for the past month and I haven’t been able to see Harry, the only way I’ve seen him is on FaceTime which isn’t the same as seeing and hearing his voice in person. Every week when the boys have been recording they’ve secretly been messaging me and sending me photos of Harry moping around and complaining about how he won’t see me for an extra week due to the holiday video. The only people who do know are Josh, Kon, Kirsty, Cal and Freezy. Cal and Freezy are also tagging along to surprise the boys.

As soon as my last business meeting was over I rushed out of the doors and directly onto the train home because I needed to pack as soon as possible because I would not have time to in the morning because Mr. Josh Zerkaa decided to book the earliest flight in existence, Cal and Freezy were fine with it; me on the other hand, I was fuming… because that means I’m missing out on my beauty sleep!

(The night before surprising Harry… )

After the excruciatingly long train ride from Manchester to London I was finally back home at mine and Harry’s shared apartment, it was weird walking in through the doors and not having Harry greet me at the door was a hug and a kiss.. but I reminded myself I would be in the same country as him in just short of 17 hours. I headed towards our bedroom and threw on some pjs which consisted of one of Harry’s t shirts and some shorts. Packing was a nightmare, let’s just put it that way. I had not been on holiday in so long and I had forgotten how stressful it is making sure you have enough necessities to last you the time you’re away and also making sure you have not forgotten anything… So I just grabbed all of my clothes that were in my “summer side” of the wardrobe and tried to stuff it into one suitcase and that did not work, so I ended up with two family sized suitcases almost bursting at the seams full of my things.

As soon as I had finished packing I went to make a quick pot noodle in the microwave as I knew I wouldn’t tend to the dishes in the morning and I don’t want to come back to messy dishes after the holiday and I definitely don’t think Harry would either. As I was eating my pot noodle my phone started buzzing, I looked at the contact “Bog 💙” - I answered straight away

(Italic- Harry)

“Hello (y/n/n)”

“Hiya babe you okay? How’s the trip so far?”

“Could be better… The trip is alright , I’m on the good team so that’s good I guess, could be better if you were here”

“Aww I’m missing you too, don’t get yourself down love, only 5 more days left! Then you’ll be back home and we can go see that movie you wanted to see if you’re up for it”

“I know and of course I want to go to the movie are you mad! My all time favourite movie franchise ever”

(I giggled as I heard JJ, Tobi and Josh in the background telling harry to get off the phone and go to the sauna with them)

I shouted down the phone

“Oi you lot shut your mouth we are talking over here! Anyways, I best get going I need to call Cal and Freezy to make sure they’re up and ready early in the morning tomorrow”

Shit, I’ve slipped up…

Harry frowned at me through the phone

“What do you mean? Why do you need to do that?”

What do I say? Think y/n. Think!

“Oh! Did I not tell you? We’re going on a hike tomorrow, yeah! To the Lake District?”

“Ohhh okay, yeah best let you go then. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

That was close… I can’t believe that just happened. How did I manage that? Anyways, I put my empty pot noodle in the bin and put the fork in the dishwasher to deal with later. I went into the bathroom and completed my night routine and got into bed, and quickly messaged Cal and Freezy to have their alarms set and where we will meet at the airport in the morning. Soon after that I dozed off…

(Time skip to the getting off the train)

As I was getting off the train I got a message from harry:

“Bog 💙: Have a nice day with the boys, please don’t push them off the mountain🙏, love you”

I sent a quick message back:

“I’ll try my hardest, love you too”

I somehow bumped into Cal and Freezy at the train station instead of at the airport, they both brought their cameras to get footage of us on the way their so the editors can put it in and we have our own little segments in the video. “Look who we have here…” Cal teased, “Mrs. Harry Lewis”. “Not a mrs yet, I’m still waiting” I corrected while holding up my left hand beholding my empty ring finger. After that small segment they put their cameras away and we caught a taxi and made our way to the airport. Getting out of the taxi was a struggle not for the boys, just for me, because of my two huge suitcases it was hard trying to pick them up and out of the boot of the taxi. And instead of the boys ,who are meant to be like brothers to me, helping me get them out they just filmed me while laughing in the background and caught a clip of my tripping over the suitcase which was behind me. “You’re both such dicks, wait till I tell Harry”, “What is Harry going to do? Cause I can bet you £100 right here that he will laugh too.”

We finally made track down the road to the airport and Freezy started filming a little bit with Cal next to him and me behind them still struggling with my suitcases, which you can imagine is causing me some unneeded anger. “As you can see y/n finally got her suitcases out and we are on the way to the best holiday, we are going to the best destination. Thank you sidemen for this holiday, we really appreciate it”, “Bro you’re such an arse licker, you just want to be on the good team if you’re invited again!” I pointed out, Cal turned around to me “Now, now, y/n don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same thing.” I stayed silent and they both laughed.

“We are on our way to meet- surprise them, they have no idea that we’re going I’ve been playing tricks with Harry all week, y/n told us that she nearly slipped up on the plan”, “I didn’t mean to! I feel so bad lying to him, he told me to have a good day in the Lake District and to message him when we get there.. he’s going to be so worried when I don’t message him.”

(Time skip to when we’re in the airport)

Poor Cal is not having a good time, he’s left his phone on the train and now his bag has been chosen for a search and I know this isn’t about me but I just want to get on that plane now, and all of this messing about is causing me to stress so bad and I can’t talk to harry about it because it will give away our secret so I just keep to myself and put my headphones on.

We’re finally on the plane, at last! But the only problem is I haven’t told the boys I’m scared because whenever I’m on a plane I’m usually with Harry and he can just sense my worry and comforts me without me having to tell him or ask him to. Though only Freezy is aware because of when I went skiing with him and Harry and started crying when that plane took off. When plane started to move my breathing started to pick up and I leat my elbows on my knees and looked down. Unbeknownst to me Cal and Freezy looked at each other over my body and mouthed to eachother “Is she alright?” Cal asked, “She’s terrified of flying” Freezy pointed out. Freezy tapped my shoulder for me to look at him and when I did he opened his arms for me to go into and he hugged me while I cried into his shoulder, and whilst I did he was rubbing my back and trying to soothe me the best he could.

It took me a few minutes to calm down and when I did Cal let me watch a movie on his laptop, which lasted almost the whole flight. We finally landed and all three of us made sure we turned out locations of for the boys, whilst we were doing that all the messages that didn’t send because we were on the plane we’re coming through, all of mine were from Harry and a few of the boys..

Bog💙: message me when you arrive so I know you got there safely x

Bog💙: and don’t forget to tell me if Cal slips up the hill again

Bog💙 hello? It’s been 3 hours now surely you’re almost there by now

Bog💙: why aren’t my messages going through are you okay?

Bog💙: babe please tell me you’re okay

Tobi: Harry’s freaking out are you okay? Please let us know

JJ: Fam what are you playing at, are you alr??

(Time skip to getting to the harbour)

I quickly replied to them all reassuring them I’m okay and that I forgot about telling Harry I arrived. Josh messaged us to tell us to meet at the harbour with our suitcases because we can leave them on the yacht when we get to it. So while we were waiting for Josh to get here we found a British bar and we ordered a nice English breakfast each, though while we were waiting I went to the bathroom and got changed into a bikini and put some denim shorts over the top and some of my nice sandals on. We finished our breakfast and Josh arrived outside the bar.

Josh took us to the yacht they had rented and where we were going to surprise the boys, and we chose were we were hiding and a code word Josh will say for when we were to jump out which was “chips”, though they told me to come out a little bit later as an extra EXTRA surprise for harry. Cal and Freezy hid behind the seat were the wheel was and I was at the bottom of the stairs on the lower deck, enough to hear Josh but also enough so Tobi, JJ, and harry walk last and don’t suspect anything.

Everything was in place and ready to go. Now we were just waiting and anticipating the boys’ arrival. Josh mumbled that he could see the boys and I slightly looked over the steps to make sure Cal and Freezy were hidden and I couldn’t see them so I did I little nod to myself and ducked back down because they finally listened to something for once. I could started to hear the boys, I could hear Tobi repeating “you’re a king, you’re a king” to Josh and JJ saying “oh my god” and the nervous laugh I could recognise anywhere, harry. I started to get butterflies in my belly coming to terms that I’m seeing harry for the first time in a while.

“I’m buzzing to eat these chips”

All you could hear on the yacht was cheering and laughing. And Harry’s infamous screams. All the boys ran to hug each other and tackled each other. When it all calmed down Harry went silent as if piecing things together, “Whats the matter Harry?” Tobi questioned, “If Cal and Freezy are here, where’s y/n then?” and I took that as my queue to come up the stairs with a tray of drinks. “Hello? Special delivery” ( yes when I was in the lower deck I found the bar and made everyone drinks) Harry just stood up and stared at me, while Tobi and JJ ran up to me, I was quick to put the drinks on the closets surface to save them from being spilt everywhere. I welcomed Tobi and JJ with a hug. When they let go Harry had finally took it all in and realised I was here and ran towards me and tackled me onto the large sofa and gave me the biggest hug and repeating how much he had missed me.

The boys went up to the other side of the boat to give me and Harry some space to speak a bit and catch up, I told him about how my business meeting went well and how my brand is expanding and he was telling me about how the shoots were. We sat in comfortable silence after our conversation and I looked down at his legs and realised he was wearing sweat shorts and frowned, “You know I don’t think those are the best shorts to swim in”, “Don’t worry I’ve got some swim trunks with me”, “Where?”, He reached to his shoulder to prove that he has them and that they’re slung over his shoulder, I started laughing “I think you’ve flung them off the boat in excitement. We both looked over the side of the boat and low and behold there they were, bobbing along in the water. “Oh for fucks sake”

(Time skip)

It was soon time to have a bit of a feast on the boat me and harry sat next to eachother. Cal, Freezy and I weren’t that hungry considering about an hour and a half ago we had a full English, so we just stuck to some picky bits. There were many laughs and stories exchanged at the table mainly questions towards me cal and Freezy about how long we knew about this and how I managed to keep it a secret from harry.

Josh excused himself from the table to answer a phone call from Ethan which we all predicted was him complaint about the conditions he was currently in, we all told Josh to put it on speaker phone so we could hear his complaints and we were all creasing in laughter, at one point I wheezed which all the boys could recognise anywhere. Ethan picked up on it and shouted down the phone “Oi! Was that y/n? What the fuck, traitor! You said you would never go to the good team.” , “I fear you heard me wrong Behz, I said “I would never go to the good team if you were on it” “, my answers errupted in laughter and screams of shock from the boys. I then left and walked away to go a sunbathe and enjoy myself for a while.

With my headphones on and music playing I spent at least an hour sunbathing, unaware of the carnage going on around me. So when I took my headphones off and heard screaming and jet ski engines blaring I was very confused of how they did all this without disturbing me. I got up out of the deck chair and the whole top deck was soaked in wet foot prints and discarded towels, I watched over the side of the boat as the boys were jumping into the deep blue sea. Though all of a sudden I heard wet feet plodding behind me and I turned around to harry creeping up on me. “Harry, no!” “What are you talking about? I’m not going to do anything” I was then picked up and thrown into the water, harry still clinging onto me, “Harold! Why would you do that!” I scolded. “Just helping you cool off,” he shrugged. While all this happened the boys were looking down at us pointing and laughing.

I stayed in the ocean for a while until they started circling me with jet skis and trying to peer pressure me into going on the surf board, which i declined straight away and also the fact I was getting tired from the travelling and then sun beaming down on me. So I climbed back up the ladder and propped a nice parasol up to give me some shade and I decided to have a nap. A couple of minutes later I was woken up by Harry sitting next to me, “Why aren’t you laying down?” I asked, “I didn’t want to wake you and get you wet because you’ve seemed to have dried off and caught the sun already!”, “Don’t be silly come here.” I told him and opened my arms for him to cuddle into, and I started to play with his wet and tousled hair which he hummed in reply to. We both dozed off in each others hold, I did hear a camera shutter near by though I thought nothing of it a just thought it was Kirsty taking pictures of the boys on the jet skis. I jolted awake when I felt this large weight on top of my body and opened my eyes to see all the boys piling on top of me and harry, “what are you doing!” I exclaimed, “we’re basking in the love!” One of them replied and started making kissing noises to eachother, which me and harry both laughed at.

(Time skip to the villa)

Freezy pulled out his camera and started speaking “Lux, y/n this is the first time we’re gonna see it [the villa], we know it’s sick though because we know we’re in the good team.”

We got out of the car and I held Harry’s hand and walked up to the gates, waiting for them to open. Me and harry stayed behind the group because we haven’t had much alone time together since I arrived so we just distanced ourselves a little. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, “You tired?” Harry asked me “oh my gosh yes, I can’t wait to go to bed.” I groaned. When the gates opened my jaw dropped, this place was stunning, I want to live here!

“One thing is though these aren’t filled with water,” harry pointed at the small fountain at the front door, “I may have to leave a four star review because if this.” I slapped Harry’s shoulder jokingly “Don’t even start!” We walked through the front doors and me and JJ looked at eachother and immediately knew what to do, and I let go of Harry’s hand i quickly stood next to JJ and we started to sing the halo theme tune together in the large foyer. As we finished the boys laughed and and Freezy said “Ayy that’s the halo soundtrack!”

The boys started to give us a tour round the place and I was shocked at the size of the kitchen and the the large living room that looks out into the garden and also there’s a lift! They took us to the garden and told Cal, Freezy and I to face away and then turn around. JJ counted us down from 3 and when we turned around my eyes widened- the view was breathtaking…”you’ve got a mountain, in your back garden!” I exclaimed. The tour lasted awhile which I wasn’t surprised about because look at the size of this place. When they mentioned the poker table, mini arcade and the sauna I decided to find mine and Harry’s shared room and unpack my things because those things don’t interest me at all.

I had to memorise the route to mine and Harry’s room and started to unpack and when i finished I plopped myself onto the bed and let out a large sigh out of exhaustion. I heard the bedroom door open and close ,but I was too tired to lift my head up, and I felt the bed sink next to me and someone started to play with my hair. I opened my eyes to see Harry smiling down at me, “Did you see Freezys instagram story?” Harry questioned, “No not yet why?”, “Look..”

Calfreezy posted an instagram story…

“Aww they’re so cute! - even though I’ve been here for half a day already I’ve had so much fun.” I told harry, “I’m glad, because I’m really happy you’re here because you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, it’s been so boring and lonely coming home to no one for a month!”, “Don’t worry I couldn’t handle it either, I even told them at my meeting that from now on I’m working from home, so I can be with you more often.” Harry smiled and kissed my forehead. “Shall we get a shower and into some pjs and chill downstairs or do you want to watch a movie up here?” He asked me. “I think I want to watch a movie with you!” We went and got our shower and into some pjs which mine -again- consisted of one of Harry’s shirts and some shorts. We got tucked into bed and chose a movie that we both enjoy and I laid back and cuddle into harry and laying my head on his chest. We both fell into a deep slumber, not without saying “I love you” to eachother.

[1000sunnygo]

One Piece Academy chapter 51: The legend of the radiant summit (Quick translation)

index

Editor's note: ☆ Featuring Corazon VS Doflamingo, Volume 9 now on sale!

Swaying on a train, everyone arrived at The ✨ Snowy Mountain!

[Swoosh]

Luffy: LET'S GO!

Nami: I'm not gonna lose~!

Luffy: Uwooh~~!!

Brook: Man, it sure feels nice... a stark, white ski slope. Might get frost bites, even though I don't have the skin for it! Yohoho!

Koby:....

Vivi: Let's enjoy it to our fullest, it's a whooping 2-night-3-days skiing and snowboarding trip after all!

Robin: It was a great limited time grand-offer for the middle schoolers. But as a result...

... EVERYONE has shown up.

Croc: This isn't dry enough.

Hancock: Luffy~!! Let's ca... carve some ski tracks together...! <3

Kidd: I can speed blitze your ass!

Law: Zip it, schuss bastard.

Lucci: Don't lose focus, Student Council.

Buggy: It's Buggy~!

Koby: Just hope a brawl doesn't stir up...

Sanji: Well, shouldn't be a headache since we have the student corps with us. *eyeing Koby*

Helmeppo: Say wha-?!

Usopp: Geez, you lot... stop yammering and take a look over there!

Koby: Eh?

Usopp: That majestic mountaintop reaching over the clouds!

Koby: Woah??! That's ridiculously tall!

Usopp: When you compare somethin' like that to our worries, they all become dinky specks.

Chopper: Dinky specks...

Usopp: Yep, dinky specks.

Chopper: Dinky specks!

Nami: Cmon boys, skate hard until sunset!

Others: Yeah!!!

[Evening]

Luffy: Ahh, that was so much fun!

Nami: Let's head to the inn..!

*reaches the inn*

!!!

Everyone: Todays inn...is this?

Franky: The design rings a bell...

Koby: I've got a bad feeling...

A certain someone: Fufufufu.....

Doffy: Nice to see y'all!

Everyone: DOFLAMINGO!

Luffy: Ooh, Mingo!

Nami: Don't tell me...

Doflamingo: Fufufufu.. Been running this ski resort since last year. Prepared an inn as well.

Koby/Usopp: Woaah!!

Vivi: Thanks for the next two days!

Doffy: Make yourself comfortable.

Usopp: Vivi! This place is a bad news!

*door creaks*

Usopp: n?

Monet: Welcome, first years.

[New World Middle School, 2nd year class 8,

Monet chan]

Tonjit: Come in, get warm inside!

[Mountain inn caretaker, Tonjit san]

Robin: Monet!

Monet: Oh my, Robin!

Usopp: You know her?

Robin: Fellow library committee member.

Luffy: *stares*

Tonjit: Hm?

Continues in Reblog ⬇️

[cheralith]

not requesting or anything, more so asking out of curiosity, but if you expanded your HP!Au to any other characters in bllk who would they be/what sort of situations would you put them in ??

characters (first portion, one-shot) ; itoshi rin || wc ; 1.3k characters (second portion, headcanons) ; isagi, sae, bachira, kunigami, reo, nagi, chigiri yukimiya contains ; gn!reader, no pronouns used, hogwarts!au a/n ; im having wayyy too much fun with this au soz

so i actually had a minor side plot for ravenclaw!rin. a half-blood (mom pure-blood, dad half-blood), he's two years younger than kaiser and reader and is also on the quidditch team as their other chaser and got on the team because of his sae, who also was a chaser shortly before he got scouted by a famous quidditch team in america to play for them, playing internationally before he even got to finish his education at hogwarts. sae left in his fifth year, and third year rin tried out to fulfill his duty as his replacement.

the other chaser was the captain of the team at the time, a seventh-year prefect who was all too busy trying to wrap up her final year at hogwarts to teach rin, so you had to do it. obviously because his prodigy of a brother was the one who taught him mainly everything on his position, it didn't really take you much effort to teach your junior. rin himself thought you were kind of lukewarm in comparison to the regality that was his brother until he saw you in action.

while no one could compare to his beloved big brother, you definitely came close. he'd watch in admiration during practice as you whizzed through the air, successfully gliding through the many obstacles the ravenclaw coach would instill for you effortlessly with little to no mishaps. your playing style was different, yet alike to sae's—sae flying was best described as "beautiful", yours was best described as "elegant." prior to his leave, sae was nicknamed "the hummingbird" for his swift flying and ability to fly backwards, you were hypnotizing in the air, with your blue and black cloaks trailing behind you creating the illusion of blue morpho butterfly wings as you silkily cut through the air with your broom.

so rin admired you quietly. you were one of the few people that actually earned his attention naturally, since you resembled sae a lot when you were in matches, even going far as to replace him as the ace of ravenclaw, a title that rin had been striving for since he started playing. he knows that as long as you're here, you'll be in the spotlight, but the most that can try to do is capture some of the limelight for himself by mimicking your best plays. you were dedicated into helping rin shape himself up to be just like his brother, and so rin always felt prideful whenever you showed him more attention than the others during practice and more praise after matches when you became captain the year after rin tried out in your sixth year.

he's in a lone corner of the ravenclaw common room as the afterparty starts to really pump its gears up. ravenclaw had just dominated the ravenclaw vs. gryffindor by a sly two points scored by rin and you respectively. his teammates and other housemates in passing tell him he did great and that that they can totally see him playing alongside his brother soon. he merely nods, sipping his cup, just waiting for you to waltz in and give your usual grand big speech about teamwork and coordination and then leave to do his own stuff, not really enjoying such atmospheres. you usually come in later your teammates since you often debriefed with the coach after each match.

you eventually walk through the common room doors, yelping out in surprise when everyone exclaims their praises on getting ravenclaw one step closer to the hogwarts quidditch cup. a large smile on your face as you let everyone sing out their congratulations. rin watches from the corner as you go to hug your teammates warmly, telling them they did great and to keep up the great work. you eventually catch his gaze and he stiffens in anticipation as you walk closer to him to mimic your mannerism—no teammate gets left in the dark—especially not after rin's great passing play for you to score the winning goal. rin's hands twitch, as if they're waiting for your warmth.

but when you nearly get to him with, the door bursts open again and in comes in the rowdy gryffindor team to liven up the atmosphere. in a longstanding a friendly rivalry, gryffindor's captain, oliver aiku goes to shake your hand and congratulate you on the win, though he jokingly says you probably cheated with that charming smile of his. you raise a brow and lightly punch him, telling him that cheating was not in your vocabulary.

"and that's pretty big from the guy who cheated off of me during history of magic," you slyly remark back, earning a hasty laugh from him.

rin watches with a frown on his lips as your gaze pivots from him to them and then to a particular someone that's been getting on his nerves more lately.

gryffindor's golden boy seeker, yoichi isagi suddenly cuts through the crowd and gathers you a tight hug that you burst out laughing at as he yells out your name. your best friend keeps you in his grasps, bragging to people of how amazing of a chaser you were. he's a year older than rin and a year younger than you, but lately, since he landed himself a spot on gryffindor's team in his fourth year, you've been nestling some attention to him rather than rin since you bloomed a friendship with him in a shared class.

which ticks rin off since he wanted to share your spotlight. he felt like it was unfair that you and him were considered a duo despite being on different teams, yet people tended to lump you and him together more than you and rin since your playing styles harmonized with each other when you and him would practice on different playing fields together for the mere fun of it.

he eventually turns on his heel to begin to leave the common room now that there were much more people confined into one space, but he feels a tug at his sleeve. rin turns back and sees you standing there before him with a grin.

"leaving already?" you ask and jut your head to the crowd, "party's just getting started."

rin hesitantly shakes his head. "i don't... really like these sorts of things. i've got some homework, anyway."

you nod, not wanting to pry the poor boy further and make him uncomfortable. "that's okay. but before you leave, you did great today," you praise, smile growing a little larger.

rin stays in his spot for a bit, a familiar warmth blossoming inside of him at your words. his turquoise eyes widen at you curiously, and you can only laugh at his reaction.

"i'm serious!" you say. "that last pass was killer. i wouldn't have made that goal if it wasn't for you. you're really amazing, i hope you know that, rin."

if it weren't for the dimming atmosphere of the common room as evening approaches, rin is sure that you would've noticed the evident blush that scatters over his face at your compliment. he wants to say something, to also praise you on your own play and how absolutely hypnotizing it was to watch per usual, but all that come out is a soft, "thanks..." from his lips that fight the urge to smile wide and true.

you beckon him to come closer to you, to lend his ear to you. rin bends down a bit so you can properly convey your words dedicated to him and him only.

"don't tell anyone but," you whisper in his ear. "i'm eyeing you as captain once i leave. i'm sure sae would be so proud."

with that, you offer him a gentle tap on his chest to let the words fully settle. you bid a goodbye to him before yoichi pulls you back into the crowd with him, your body disappearing amongst the masses.

rin's hand goes to touch where your hand once was, as if to hold the ghost of it. he swallows thickly, your words of praise ringing like bells in his head as the image of his big brother swirls in his head. he turns away from the crowd and begins to climb up the flights of stairs, a soft smile on his lips.

some other tidbits i have about others!

as mentioned, isagi is a gryffindor. he's muggle-born and so when he got the acceptance letter from hogwarts, he nearly chucked it into the trash, thinking it was some sort of prank the other neighborhood kids were doing until the same grey-horned owl kept shoving letters into his letterbox. he met reader in a shared astronomy class they had together when reader was a fourth year and reader was the one that encouraged him to try out as a seeker for gryffindor.

sae, like his brother, is also a ravenclaw in my eyes. how he especially played in the u-20 match and his entire philosophy about being a midfielder really spoke to me as technical and provoking, so i think he's best for this house. rin also suits a lot of ravenclaw traits, but i'd be lying if i didn't say he went to ravenclaw just because of sae. sae and reader are well-accustomed with each other, since prior to his leave, he was also in the same year as them, and he thinks they're the only decent player on ravenclaw's team. not the best, knowing his high expectations, but good enough that they can keep up with him.

i think it goes without saying that bachira is a hufflepuff, no other explanation needed unless you read/watch blue lock with your eyes closed. he doesn't know the true status of his blood, but he knows that he's half-blood at the very least because his mom is a half-blood witch. he's in the same year as isagi and is a seeker for hufflepuff's team and loves to scuffle with him midmatch as they chase down the snitch. though lately, his captain, kunigami, has been scolding him for being distracted since he's so captured by your silhouette if hufflepuff ever faces ravenclaw. he was the one that actually started the nickname of calling you "butterfly" since he initially thought you were one during hufflepuff's first face-off with ravenclaw.

reo is a pure-blooded slytherin and his name rings famous in the school since he comes from a long line of old money pure-bloods. you come into his field of vision after he accuses you of trying to steal nagi, a muggle-born ravenclaw, away from him one evening when all you were merely just trying to do was get his input on a partnered project for transfiguration. you ran to his dorm one time and came to him, panicked as you accidentally transformed nagi into a cactus plant one practice session and he found you quite funny and pleasant to be around, especially considering nagi actually took a liking to you after you complimented his actual pet cactus plant, though sometimes he got wary of when you'd hold your wand near him.

chigiri is a half-blood slytherin, his mom a pure-blood witch and dad a muggle. he's on the slytherin quidditch team as a chaser, known for his rapid and brutal speed. he was told by his captains to never fraternize with the other teams (which is why slytherin is absent from co-team parties), but when you had asked him to teach you a technique he created that you were so mesmerized by one match, saying that you've never seen a player with speed like him before, your praise got to him and he ended up teaching you in the late evenings where you wouldn't be seen with him.

yukimiya is a pure-blood hufflepuff who plays as their keeper on the quidditch team. though a great player, he's a rather unlucky guy off the field, you've noticed, as you're in the same year as him and hufflepuffs and ravenclaws often share classes together. you've lost track of how many times he's accidentally exploded a potion in his cauldron or how he's sipped on the tea leaves during divination by mistake. you're very patient with him, especially in potions, which he's grateful for since it's his weakest subject. you always have a handkerchief at the ready just in case you hear the familiar boom! and face an ash-covered yukimiya.

[holylulusworld]

How deep is your love? - Flufftober 2

Title: How deep is your love?

Summary: Dean is in love.

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions, romance

Trope: Friends to lovers

Idea by the lovely @elle14-blog1

Square filled for @jacklesversebingo: Square 13: Free Space

Square filled for @eclipsingbingo (expired): Square 9: Walking home together

Square filled for @julybreakbingo (expired): Square 15: Free Space

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo (expired): Square 25: Best friends to lovers

Square filled for @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 2: First date

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

“Wanted, dead or alive,” Dean sings along to the song you chose. He’s an awful singer, but you giggle and sing along. Because, let’s be honest, you’re a horrible singer yourself, and it’s fun. “I’m wanted…”

“Dead or alive,” you end Dean’s line. Sam groans in the back of the car. He’s pissed because he hates sitting in the back with his long legs. “That was an awesome jam session.”

Dean chuckles and looks at you like a lovesick puppy, making Sam roll his eyes. The only person not getting that Dean is head over heels in love with you seems to be you.

“How about some food?” Dean hopefully asks. “I could have some food. What about you, sweetheart?” He pats his tummy while looking at you. “Food, Y/N.”

“Food, alright,” you say while looking for a place to get Dean some food. If he needs food, he’ll get food. “What do you want? Burgers, pizza?”

He places his hand on your thigh, making you giggle as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Pie, sweetheart. Drive anywhere you want to as long there is pie for this man.”

“Pie. Got it,” you reply. “Navigate me in the right direction, Mr. Winchester. I’ll drive you to your pie.”

“Alright,” Dean grabs his phone to look for a diner nearby. “Hmm…the Sweden Cream?” Dean furrows his brows. “What kind of name for a diner is that?”

You snicker. “Sounds naughty. Let’s go there. Maybe they sell nice cream...”

“No—” Dean grunts and looks for another one. “Let’s see. Oh, that one sounds nice. The Cozy Inn Café.”

“Dean, we visited all of them already,” Sam huffs in the backseat. “Dude, did you forget we ate at that place not two months ago?”

“Shut up, bitch!” Dean snaps at his brother. “No one asked you.” He tries to hide that he wants to make you laugh about the diner's name.

You bob your head to the next song while listening to Dean fight with his brother. You giggle and snort when they start to call each other a bitch and jerk.

“Cozy Inn Café it is. I hope they have great pie,” you say to stop them from fighting even more. Poor Cas is sitting in the backseat too, and you don’t want the angel to get in between the fronts.

“I love me some pie,” Dean happily sighs and leans back in his seat. His hand is still on your thigh, but you don’t mind. You’ve always been very touchy when it came to your friend, and he was the same.

“I know, Deano!”

When you want to walk inside the diner, Dean opens the door for you, holding it open. Sam and Cas exchange a look before they decide to sit and wait if they finally realize what’s going on.

“Wait, let me pull the chair for you,” Dean hastily says. He pulls the chair for you, whispering your name. “What do you want, sweetheart? I pay.”

“Everything on the menu,” you tease, and shoot Dean with a finger gun. “If Dean Winchester pays, I’ll take everything.”

“You’re cruel,” he whines, but flashes you a smirk. “If you can eat it all, I’ll pay for it.” Dean challenges.

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Winchester?” You ask, grinning at Dean.

“Is that a yes?”

“Not today, Winchester,” you say, before you stick your tongue out. “Next time.”

“Alright,” he nods. “What do you want?”

“Surprise me!” You giggle when he pecks your cheek. “Dean, eek… You’re so scruffy.”

“You love it!” He walks toward the counter to order for you. Dean didn’t even ask what Sam or Cas wanted.

“You wish!”

“I know you love me!” He looks over his shoulder and grins. “I just know it.” He says a little quieter as he watches you bicker with his brother.

Dean returns to your table a few moments later. He sits next to you, thigh-brushing yours because he chose to sit as closely as possible to you.

While you place your hand on his bicep to squeeze it, making fun of his strength because he threw a ghoul through a wall last time, Dean longingly looks at you.

“Christ, get a room, you two!” Sam has enough. He throws his hands up and sighs. “It’s impossible to eat while you are all lovey-dovey.”

“What?” You quirk a brow while Dean stares at your lips.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean grunts. “I’m not getting a room.” Your face falls at Dean’s words. You got your hopes high, and now you’re disappointed Dean doesn’t feel the same. “Y/N is not some random guy. I’ll ask her out on a first date before we even kiss!”

“OH—” Your cheeks heat up, and an odd noise leaves your lips. “My, oh my,” you stammer. “Dean…” Before Dean can say a thing, you cup his face and press a soft kiss to his lips.

His eyes widen, but he kisses you back. “Dean…”

“Sweetheart,” Dean purrs against your lips. “Uh—would you give me the honor and let me walk you home?” He grins because you moved your hand to his thigh.

“Guys, we are like two hours away from the bunker. You can’t walk home,” Sam points out, but Dean shushes his brother.

“Yes,” you peck his lips again. “We can walk home together.”

“Let me handle this,” Cas says. Before you and Dean can protest, he touches you and zaps you out of the diner. You end up in Dean’s bedroom, confused and a little dizzy. “You’re welcome. Sam and I will drive Baby home.”

...and then Cas is gone, and you and Dean are alone, in his bedroom.

“Well, technically we already had our first date at the diner,” you whisper against Dean’s lips. “How about we enjoy the fact that Sammy and Cas aren’t around?”

“Hmm… I didn’t get my pie. How about I eat something sweeter tonight?”

Tags in reblog.

[bekolxeram]

More observations from the trailer (I'm eating for daaaayysss y'all.)

The mirrored Air France 747 is definitely a placeholder, probably from stock footage. There is only one 747 left still in the Air France livery:

This one, and it's in a museum in Paris.

This is a Beechcraft Baron, just like the one in Airport 1975, but this one is the newer version with a glass cockpit, introduced in 2005.

The is the traffic alert system I was talking about. Sure, it doesn't look like that in real life, but it's pretty close, and the TV one is easier to understand.

The real one looks like this. CA stands for conflict alert.

Look in the middle, so Athena's plane is flying to/out of LAX.

We don't get to see the whole cabin yet, but I think it looks like a 7 abreast 2-3-2 configuration? There's only one plane that usually uses this configuration in economy (unless Athena is escorting a prisoner in premium economy lol), Boeing 767, which again, seems to be the one next to the 119 truck at SBD. (Beware, I'm just making an educated guess here, I can't be for sure until I see the landing gear and/or the tail cone.)

I've been wondering why Athena is on a wide body, where's she going? Across the ocean? Turns out, according to this screen, the plane is flying the PHX - LAX - HNL route, so LAX is just a stopover. I can totally see why you need a wide body to fly from Arizona to Hawaii. So is she going to Arizona? Is it related to the cartel after all? Oh, and the silhouette of a plane is definitely not a 747, no bump in front. (Also there are like 4 airlines left in the world still operating the 747 for passenger service, and I doubt Athena is going to China, South Korea, Germany or Saudi Arabia.)

Absolutely an Airbus cockpit, A320 in this case, you can check it out yourself. The thing is, all Airbus flight decks look alike, the wide bodies have an extra jump seat in the back, also the circuit breakers are located in a slightly different location, but that's it. A total layman probably can't tell the difference, but I think enough of them know about the Airbus sidestick vs the Boeing yoke.

That is a cockpit door, with the little fish eye lens on it. No one can open it except for the flight crew and the cabin crew. The flight attendant seems to be running into the cabin frantically but nothing seems wrong with the plane so far, why?

So the cockpit door blows open by the explosive decompression. (It doesn't quite work that way in real life, but tbh many pilots had no idea about it either before the Alaska door plug incident.) You can see a giant hole in the cockpit. Athena is thrown up then back down very quickly, probably by the erratic and sudden pitch down then back up, could be a course correction effort by the autopilot.

[letstalkshipping]

sam vs dean

I literally can't wrap my head around how and why many fans of Supernatural choose Dean as they're favourite brother. I am fully a "Sam Girl" as we say and I love Sam. But I was just watching S7E3 "The Girl Next Door" where Sam has a story with the Kitsune girl and Dean fricking decided to lie to Sam, make him think they had a good relationship and that Dean trusted Sam (as he fricking should) and then go and kill this kitsune in cold blood who has a child and has been working around their problems so that they could live in peace with everyone and who saved Sam's life and killed her own kitsune mum to do so. Dean LIES and creates false trust and then goes off on his own and murders someone who was trustworthy according to his brother. Just because he has no emotional connection with them. Because we see how many chances he gives Cas who isn't human. But when Dean doesn't have any feelings for someone, he can kill them... nevermind that his freaking brother does. If Sam found out about that, think of the rift that should create between them? And this is such a VERY clear example of why Sam is a better person than Dean, in my opinion. Sam has empathy, care, feelings, and a soft heart. Dean doesn't. "You become the very thing you seek to destroy." Dean is all about killing killers, but he becomes one himself along the way.

[shallowseeker]

I see. Some people REALLY don't like doors.

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He hates the slow way of dealing w/doors

[oh-no-its-dragons]

So this is from what @sarcasticmothwrites and I arw calling the Divorce AU, it's a modern second chances Imrrick romance sort of... thing? And single dad Garrick is my new favorite thing to write when I'm having an annoying day.

All of that to say: enjoy Single Dad Garrick Vs The Kitten

"Mama! Mama guess what?!" Rory was already yelling as she flung herself out of the back seat of Garrick's truck.

"I wanna tell!" Lyn yelled directly in Garrick's ear as he helped gather their things out of the back seat.

"Daddy got a cat!" Rory continued, completely ignoring her sister.

Imogen was already smirking when Garrick and a stompy Lyn came over. "You can tell me too, Lynny, I don't think I heard right."

Lyn perked up immediately. "Daddy got a kitten! He's tiny and black and makes little chirpy noises like a bird but Daddy says he'll learn to speak cat too."

"You gave in and let Rory get a ca?" Imogen asked him and Garrick blushed. "I guess I shouldn't complain because she'll stop asking us now."

"Not exactly."

"Then tell me how, exactly?"

--

"Daddy it says there's a *kitten event* today! Can we go look at kittens? Puhleeeeze?" Rory asked as they walked up to the Target. Garrick hadn't even noticed the sign out in front of the pet store chain next door, but he figured he'd try redirecting and see if they forgot.

"After we're doing getting you new rainboots! Remind me when we're leaving," he said, ushering Rory and Lyn into the large store. They emerged an hour later with sugar cereal, crayons, princess toothbrushes, new pajamas and no boots, and before Garrick could even remember that he was trying to keep them from noticing something, Lyn was pointing.

"Daddy! Kittens!" she shouted, and Rory stopped where she was. "You promised!" they chorused together.

Garrick sighed. "Okay, but we're just visiting kittens, we're not getting a cat, okay?"

"Okay!" both girls chorused together.

They stepped into the pet store cautiously. Garrick looked left and right, spotted the sign for the kittens, and tried to point the girls in that direction. Rory happily ran ahead, while he had to grab Lyn's hand out of the open bin of dog treat cookies before the two of them could follow.

Rory was already pressed up against one of the cages when they caught up to her, and Lyn immediately joined her. A shelter volunteer running the event came over to talk to them.

"We're just looking," Garrick told her, "no matter what the girls tell you."

The woman smiled, introducing the girls to the kittens in the first cage. There was a calico, a pair of friendly Siamese kittens, a grey one with a white tip on its tail...

"Can we play with them?" Rory asked. "Please?"

The volunteer looked at Garrick, who shrugged. "We're not getting a kitten, you shouldn't make more work for her."

"Oh, I don't mind. It's good for the kittens to get handled."

"You girls listen to everything she says," Garrick told them, one big hand on each girl's head to make sure he had their attention. "Gentle hands with the kittens and *don't get attached*. Understood?"

"Yes!" both girls chorused.

So the volunteer led them inside the separated little area, with Garrick following in behind the girls and trying to find an unobtrusive corner in the small space. The volunteer gave them a few toys and then placed one kitten in each girl's lap. Garrick got his phone out and started taking pictures- they were cute as buttons, and he figured at least a few of his shots would turn out good enough to send to Imogen.

The girls played with kitten after kitten, some of them friendlier than others. One white kitten panicked in Lyn's lap and climbed up her sleeve. Lyn froze, whimpering at the kitten's sharp claws through her shirt, and Garrick reached down and plucked the kitten up by the neck.

The cat let go of Lyn's sleeve and almost immediately twisted around in Garrick's grip, clawing it's way up his flannel shirt onto his shoulder and curling up next to his ear.

The kitten started purring.

"So what's this little guy's story?" Garrick asked the volunteer.

"The other kittens from his litter have all found homes, but he's a little skittish." She pointed to the poster on the wall showing recent adoptees Yakko, Wakko, Dot and the Brain. "Pinky's really a sweetheart if you don't mind the claws, though."

Pinky was purring loud enough that Garrick was pretty sure he'd be able to hear it from the other side of the store.

Rory and Lyn seemed to have hit the limits of their attention span. Rory put the kitten she'd been playing with back in it's cage with the volunteer's help, while Lyn helpfully tidied up the toys.

"We're ready to go!" Rory announced.

Lyn giggled. "Daddy, you forgot one of the kittens!"

Garrick reached up and picked up the white kitten, gently cradling it. Somehow it looked even smaller cupped in his hands.

"Daddy? You have to put the kitten down," Rory said, her hands on her hips. "You said we don't get attached."

Pinky stretched and sank his claws back into the cuff of Garrick's flannel shirt.

"I think he's attached to me," Garrick looked helplessly at the volunteer. "So what do I have to do to bring Pinky home?"

[ananke-xiii]

There's a line from s11e20 "Don't call me Shurley" that got stuck into my little nogging and it's when Chuck tells Metatron "You were just the closest angel to the door when I walked into the room".

Now assuming that Chuck is a lying liar who lies I still like this line because it says way more about Chuck than about Metatron. Then Chuck goes on and delivers his cheap shot: "There's nothing special about you, Metatron. Not then… not now".

(Little aside: AND THEN Amara comes in a few episodes later and calls Metatron "The secretary"?! I mean, how can people not love her? Yes, she might have eaten a few souls so what? Sue her! He brother has eliminated WORLDS because Dean wouldn't bend the knee to him, who's the crazy sibling, huh? *insert a meta about Dean only willing to bend the knee to Cas in Purgatory and all the entendres intended*).

Anyway, for all his pettiness and shrewdness (Metatron is a great villain and I will die on this hill), Metatron replies with surprising grace:

"And I don't care if I was just the angel nearest the door. You picked me. Your light shined on me – Me! Oh, and the warmth. But then you left me. You left all of us."

My little fragile heart trembled a little to these words because... well, it's like the OG trauma, isn't it? To be chosen by your parents, to be loved unconditionally, to be somebody's favorite person... Oh, the warmth.

And so it hit me, I finally saw why I love SPN's angels so much. They are ALL (Cas included) a bunch of children screaming and kicking their feet because they want to be loved, thinking that if they follow their orders, if they fulfill their duties they will be loved.

They are all Lucifer minus the action and the mark.

These are Chuck's words to soothe Lucifer in "We Happy Few": I did. I was supposed to love all creation equally. I wasn’t supposed to have favorites. But you… You were mine. I gave you the Mark because I loved you the most, because I thought you were strong enough to bear it. And when I saw that I was wrong… When I watched my choice devour my most cherished son, I hated myself, and so I punished you. And I am so sorry."

Yes, Chuck is a lying liar who lies. Maybe he chose Lucifer because he was the one closest to the door. Who knows? Chuck doesn't care. Every angel's deepest desire is to be loved by God, to be the chosen one, to be his favorite. Which is both sad and... human? I guess it's a tragedy from the human perspective but maybe the human perspective is limited.

I don't really like the finale with Jack as God for a variety of reasons but, conceptually, the idea of a half-angel and half-human (Kelly Kline you will NOT be forgotten) becoming god is not that bad (Hello Jesus!). Especially if the half-angel part is theoretically (well in pratice too but I mean biology what amirite?)Lucifer's. Because, as Sam says in "We Happy Few": I-I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this, but… um. Lucifer is right.

At the end of the day, SPN as a narrative, did, in a very convoluted and maybe unintentional way, agree with Lucifer.

Like, Lucifer was right. And I know that if we put on our morality glasses Lucifer is evil incarnate etc but honestly? By the same lensens, the whole heavenly host is kinda evil. They ALL (Cas included) did a lot of pretty horrible stuff. All the horror and the pain for a God that doesn't care.

So I guess what should have been explored in Dabb's era was not so much nurture vs nature but more "what does it mean to be half-angel?" 'Cause really, ALL angels are a little bit like Lucifer. And if no angel really represents "good" what are we, humans, left with? Does the question "nurture vs nature" even make sense?

There's really nothing SPECIAL about any of us, humans, angels, demons, monsters. We ALL want to just be chosen and loved unconditionally. It turns out angels are not that different from humans, aren't they?

[sseniita]

hero vs domesticity

(in which hero quits and villain takes them in)

“Are you sure?” 

“What do you mean, am I sure?” 

The villain leaned against the brick wall, twiddling his thumbs as he imagined the hero as a civilian. Her shiny, loud, and awfully tight outfit blurred his vision of her in jeans and a t-shirt. “I mean,” he shrugged, “What’ll you do?” 

The hero, hands on her hips and oddly calm about quitting heroism, considered this. 

“I don’t know. I’ll probably start off quietly, adjust. Then I’ll get a job to pay for a house. Maybe get a dog.” 

“Do you have any savings?” asked the Villain, lifting himself from the wall to get a better look at the hero. “A place to stay? A job set up?” 

Hero scoffed, “It can’t be that hard!” 

The villain laughed at this. She had no idea. The villain supposed that the hero would never quit, perhaps one day they’ll just lose popularity like the rest before her did. He never considered what happened to other heroes either. “It definitely is. Perhaps even harder.” 

The villain pitied the hero when her spirits were crushed. Her shoulders drooped and the world famous grin was quickly replaced by an exaggerated pout. Something in him knew this was her way of asking- no- fishing for help or any sort of comfort. They had gotten closer over the many years fighting each other and many times were each other's only shoulder to lean (albeit awkwardly) on. But never in a million years did the villain ever think they’d be the first to know if the hero quit. After a few doe-eyed side glances at the villain he finally caved, sighing dejectedly, cursing her honey brown eyes.

“Would you like to stay in my guestroom-” 

“Oh really?” she practically sang. 

“-until you get on your feet?” 

“Yes, yes! Oh, you’re a lifesaver!” 

“I’m literally not.” 

The trip to get the hero's few belongings was quick, the trip to the drugstore for basic necessities took longer. The villain insisted on replacing her Hero Corporation issued… everything, opting to get the hero new toiletries, towels, blankets, pillows and quick bite to eat before heading back to villain’s place. During the car ride, the hero had asked many questions about how to get into a normal life, many of which were almost impossible for the villain to answer, dealing much damage to his ego. 

“Well- normal people don’t usually have to ask how to be normal. Most normal people don’t have to pretend to be normal. In fact- that might be an indicator that they’re not normal.” The villain relied on confusing others on the very odd occasion he didn’t know the answer. 

“Oh. ok. I get it.” The hero said unconfidently. “How do you start not pretending to be normal then?”

“Great question…” The hero waited for an answer while staring intently. “Do you have any hobbies…?” he said, rather timidly. 

“Hobbies? Um, well. I like to work out!” 

“Doesn’t count. Something unrelated to heroism.” 

“How do you know I don’t do it for fun?”

“Mhm. Sure.” The villain muttered, turning into a street with pleasantly colored row houses adorned with Christmas lights. The hero could see downtown was still very close but the adorable homes were nestled between trees and lined a thin road making it feel safe, cozy and like a home. Because it was dark, the hero could see into the large windows of the houses illuminated by yellow lighted lamps, enclosed in picket fences. Happy families getting dinner ready, some relaxing watching tv, others were out walking dogs with warm drinks in hands, they all had one thing in common, and it was the one thing that made the hero quit. 

The villain turned into the stone paved driveway of an old and blue three story house. His christmas lights weren’t hung up yet and his path to the front door was unshoveled, he turned to hero and sarcastically uttered, “Not the castle you were hoping for?” 

The hero could only grin. “It’s adorable.” Before the hero fell into the knee deep snow, the villain offered to shovel a path. The hero watched gleefully from inside the warm car until finally the passenger door was opened. “Done. Now let’s get in- it’s freezing out here.” 

The interior of the house was even more pleasantly decorated. The Hero didn’t know the exact name of the style but it involved gold accents, warm lights, wallpaper, and dark hardwood floors. The couches were fluffy with pillows coordinated in colors of beige and sage, the fireplace had dark bricks that were seemingly very old and very much the original ones. Art pieces and plants littered the walls and floors respectively and the warm colors from the walls spread like the fire the villain had just started. The hero followed the villain like a duckling to the third floor, passing the villain's room, office and second bathroom as he hurried around making preparations for the hero's stay. 

“This is your room, it has its own bathroom and fireplace so obviously, feel free to use those. I only have one tv on the first floor, I don’t really use it, so again, feel free.” The hero never had their own room or bathroom. Always sharing with teammates in rather ugly, white walled boxes, half full with the squeaky metal bunkbeds. This room was more than an upgrade. A comfy bed hero couldn't wait to get into, a nice view of the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers in the near distance, classy decor and two lamps on two nightstands on either side of the bed. The carpet was fuzzy and bathroom was clean and hero was in heaven.

The villain could only stare in amazement of how well she fit in the house. Resembling a character in one of his many framed pieces. He cursed whoever made her be born with superpowers instead of two loving parents. To snap the hero out of it he pointed towards a door across the hallway from the hero's room. 

“Library. It's small but it’s got a few good ones. Maybe you can make that your new hobby.” He opened the door, letting the hero in to explore the floor to ceiling bookshelves. There was an armchair in the corner with a end table harboring a few old and dirty mugs. The villain seemed to try to cover it with his body so the hero pretended she didn’t notice. 

The villain’s home was everything she thought it wasn’t. Cozy, homey, safe and definitely not hiding a super evil lair. She quickly realized she hit the jackpot of situations in which to start a new life. Although she had tried to stay calm, her body hadn’t stopped shaking since she decided to quit this morning. It all happened so fast and when she made the decision it was clearest she had ever seen. She knew repercussions would arise later, but luckily the villain was here now. Just like he always had been. She could feel herself turning red at the final realization that she would be roommates with her very handsome and evil nemesis. 

“You good?” the hero stumbled, not noticing the villain's stare.

“Ya! Ya… I just…” she faltered, fidgeting with her sweater. One that the villain thought looked far better than the spandex suit she wore constantly, of course, it did have the Hero Corporation logo but the villain just kept it in mind to buy the hero new clothes. 

“I really don’t want to mess this up.” she admitted. The villain tilted his head, teasingly. A familiar mischievous smile reappeared on his face. 

"For starters, you can get a hobby. A very 'totally normal person' thing to have.” He randomly picked a book from his collection and handed it over to the hero, before quickly regretting it when he realized it was a copy of a particularly incriminating book on advanced security systems. Before the hero could lecture him, he yanked it away back to its place. 

“How about cooking?”

part 2

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey lovely!! AHH- i thought of an idea-,, Okay sooo.. I was thinking of a couple vs. couple thing righththt?? I was thinking Yan! Sanemi and Kanae Vs. Yan! Obanai and Misturi!! where reader is kind of an airhead- in the stupid way, vv silly and obnoxious and a lot to take care of!! Thank you for your time!!💗💗

-💗💗 anon<3

Oooh! SaneKana and ObaMitsu as Yanderes! Usually, my Yandere Hashira will never work together but this is different and very interesting! Let’s see what happens!

Okay! Ima do the Kimetsu Academy AU and a short-ish Story, instead of Headcanons, to save myself!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: SaneKana vs ObaMitsu

D I N G

D I N G

Your excited eyes drew up to the sound of a bell ringing rhythmically from staring up at the roof in boredom. Two of your favourite customers, Obanai and Mitsuri entered as the hyper girl waved for your attention. You accidentally swiped open the back glass door of the see-through sweet treat display for customers, to stand in front of the cash register with a matching smile to Mitsuri’s and the listening gaze of Obanai

“Welcome back, you two! How may I serve you? The usual?” You ask cheerfully, playing with the protruding buttons on the cash register playfully as Mitsuri tapped her cheek in fake consideration. She knew exactly what she wanted to talk about with you as her boyfriend, Obanai held her hand. His mismatched eyes scanned over your pretty face in pure admiration, love leaked through

This situation seemed like a young couple visiting their favourite café to the general eye, including yours, but it was really two madpeople riddled in obsession satisfying their feed of the one they love so dearly by pretending to want to have one of your many sweet options. It wasn’t just Mitsuri and Obanai who were like this and came to you daily

You met the lovely couple when they came into your café for a date. You recently opened this little shop as it was your passion to run your own business, like this homely café. But your hope ran dry as the days went by with no customers, but when they came into the picture. Your life was basically saved

You served them with such excitement and relief, immediately giving them that one pretty two-seated table positioned by the open window as you eagerly took their orders. Mitsuri ordered so much, you had a long list of desserts to give her whilst Obanai ordered so little, you were a bit concerned but you bowed to them

They kept coming every single day after their first experience with you to test out every new option you had stocked in or merely to chat with you. You didn’t mind as you appreciated how supportive they are yet you didn’t know that your cooperation fed into their developing obsession over you

You always had time on your hands to talk to the two after serving them as you didn’t have many customers, other than them… well, other than them and another young couple that have visited you so much, you’ve lost count;

You’re other two favourite customers. Sanemi and Kanae. Kanao, Kanae’s younger sister once came into your cafe for a quiet hangout with her friends, and suggested it to her older sister for a way to have a peaceful day out. Kanae decided to take her boyfriend over for a quick sweet little cafe date at your shop. Unaware of your unintentional affect on them that had already infected Obanai and Mitsuri would plague them so bad that they’d become completely mad for you

Just like with Obanai and Mitsuri, the two were obsessed with you after spending weeks and weeks coming back on beliefs they were just being supportive and friendly, not wanting to realise their healthy friendship with you had grown into a love-driven obsession. The couples wanted you apart of their lovelife, as their cute little girlfriend

Sanemi and Kanae kept having wonderful times at your business that it needs to repeat for them. Such delicious food, such delicious drinks, such a pretty homely environment with a beautiful server on atop of it that caught their eyes so fast, they couldn’t believe they didn’t know of your existence until they had to pay for it. How foolish, they would have paid to see you so much sooner if they knew about you

They ordered things equally and even shared some of their orders in which you kept in mind so you can give them cute things to use like a long love heart-shaped double-headed straw for their milkshake they’d eventually share. Their reaction to your little surprise made your heart beat in joy for the couple. You simply adored such love, you wanted something exactly like those two loveable couple, when you find your soulmate

Ever since you met the four, you had noticed a lot of changes. More people came to your café and all never seemed to scold you for being late, it was like you were inside a videogame where the settings of the customers can be changed to passive. It was confusing on the most part. Your shipments for ingredients seemed to be infinite, even though, you didn’t order anything that week and you noticed that you were gaining more fatter tips from out of nowhere

Every other customer, other than your dailies, were quite stiff, shaken and robotic as they spoke. It was kinda odd, sure, you couldn’t say anything was off since your head is in the clouds when you’re not working and you break something every single day but you weren’t that dense

You figured it was your family helping you from the sidelines. You weren’t aware that it was the two couples you had befriended desperately trying to get you to like them

“Oh, please, don’t worry about that. I’ll tell you what we want. Can we get a table?” Mitsuri asked as you nodded excited like usual, rushing off your heels towards the exitway and accidentally bumping your stomach against the closed wooden pane keeping customers from entering the back of the service table, full force as you whined out in pain. Obanai and Mitsuri flinched in response, traversing around the marble countertop to make sure you are okay, extreme laces of concern consuming them

Obanai held his hand out and touched your shoulder with his girlfriend clinging onto his free arm in concern as you gently giggled, your voice leaking pain. “I’m okay. Don’t worry” You reassured them, opening the trapdoor and shutting it once you walked out, picking up your trusty notebook and passing the young couple. Still unaware of their lovestruck eyes boring through you

Your hair tied up in a neat bun with all those cute chibi animal hairpins and your bangs pushed back by pretty colourful hairclips. You looked so scrumptious as Mitsuri and Obanai almost raced each other to catch up to you, you gestured them to sit in the middle of the cafe, decorated by a glass chandelier hanging above their heads

You flipped open the notebook to a clean page with that all-so-unbreaking smile they love so dearly as the two sat down in front of each other calmly, wondering who will speak up to you first. You were about to ask for their orders when the doorbell rang for a second time, indicating that another customer has arrived to be served. You apologised outloud to Obanai and Mitsuri, promising you’ll come back to them and rushing over to serve the new customer in mind

Your eyes glowed in happiness, recovering from your near low step trip, as Kanae ran up to you excited in her pretty sparkly date dress, and swallowed you up in a tight but harm hug. Very big sister-like as you laughed at her open kindness, it didn’t ring any alarms as you figured she hugs all her friends this way and you liked it

Sanemi followed his girlfriend, in a somewhat-fancy tieless suit and patted back your bangs to avoid undoing the clips. His smile never dropped at the sight of your gorgeous face. The man didn’t say a word as Kanae begun speaking, her voice a bit stronger than usual and admiring your new hair accessories with little points

“Ooohhh~! You look so cute, Dokusha!” Kanae cheered happily and clapped her hands, she did feel the angry jealous glares of Obanai and Mitsuri piercing through her but she chose to ignore it in favour of spending time with you, her newfound love interest. Sanemi chimes in afterwards, looking curiously at one hairclip he didn’t recognise from the many he has kept track of. “Are these new?” You nod against his strong palm, gently patting his muscular wrist so he will let go, though, he didn’t want to let go

Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, her eyes welling up in fury as her hands balled up into fists whilst Obanai continued to silently glare deadly holes into the couple openly trying to flirt with you, he was ready to throw hands with these pricks. The only people could flirt with you is him and his girlfriend, nobody touches their future wife but them!

Obanai got up from his comfy chair when Sanemi’s hand gently brushed over your cheek, reeling a flustered rosy blush from you. His mismatched irises were so dark, they could shadow over the night sky

Mitsuri quickly followed her boyfriend close by when he walked away from their table, not wanting to interfere. She did want him to knock some sense into those pieces of shit, but she didn’t want to frighten you

“Oi. Fucktard” Obanai barked rather cruelly and out of the blue, drawing Sanemi’s attention onto him as he immediately socks the much taller man in the jaw with a hard right-cross. This made Kanae gasp out in shock and you scream in fear, stepping back as you were worried you, Kanae or Mitsuri would get attacked too

Sanemi bumped against the counter in conjunction to the few backward steps and used his arms to hold himself up by the firm ledge, processing the punch slowly. Kanae rushed to his side in a instant and hissed under her breath at her boyfriend’s dazed state. She managed to speak up, her eyes overflowing with anger over such violence as her dainty hands ran over his shoulder to try comfort him

“Excuse me! How dare you touch my boyfriend!” Mitsuri responded to Kanae’s statement for her own boyfriend, holding his shoulders protectively and her eyes switched between the enemy couple and you shivering in concern and fear up against the flat empty wall. She couldn’t stop this, she decided to join in as she knew well that her anger couldn’t be suppressed any further. “And how dare YOU two try take our Dokusha away from us!”

“She is not your Dokusha! She is the server here! It’s her job to—“ Sanemi snapped back almost instantly with his head rising in sync, his now-bruised jaw did sting from the punch but he needed to defend himself and his girlfriend from what this psycho couple were pulling against them. How dare they act like they own you when you own yourself

Obanai yelled through to produce a interruption, visible anger veins crawling over his forehead, hands and neck as Sanemi followed soon after, his own body being coated in popping veins. He was well done with the chemistry teacher’s aggressive talkbacks to his beloved girlfriend. “And Dokusha isn’t a piece of meat to be played with! Leave her alone! She isn’t yours! You have each other!”

“We aren’t playing with her! We like her! She’s quite the—” Kanae argued back, making her voice get louder and firmer with the intensity of the situation growing at a concerning rate. This was getting dangerous as Sanemi rubbed his jaw to try muffle the sharp jabs and rose back to his feet properly. This day wasn’t going as they planned with Obanai and Mitsuri throwing a bombshell into it

“She’s not even your friend. Just get away from her!” Mitsuri barked back, her and her boyfriend’s thought-out plan to order something for themselves and also you to better woo you over when they offered you to sit down and chat with them, was ruined by these two before them. Your heart was truly theirs as they are the ones who made your café known to the Kimetsu Academy. What did these two have to offer you what they haven’t already?!

Your anxiety and concern rose hearing the two women argue and shout at each other as the men went to throw punches at each other. What do you do?! What do you do?! You panic and decide on the whim to call the Police. You didn’t want to get your friends arrested but they can cause a extreme issue if you don’t have them taken care of

Speeding over to the much older-fashioned cable phone behind the marble counter, you accidentally knocked into the nearby pillar, holding a valuable and expensive decorative pot your mother had bought for you. Sadly, for your slower reaction time, the artefact landed directly on your back and shattered into pieces whilst the wooden pillar fell onto you, pushing you to the ground

The very loud thud from the back stopped the four’s fighting as they almost screamed in concern and pushed each other away to reach the source of the noise. Kanae and Mitsuri cried out in horror at the sight before them, Obanai and Sanemi shoved each other out of the way, just for their eyes to feel like they popped out of the sockets. The girls bolted to you, quickly brushing off the broken pieces on your back that, thankfully didn’t stab into you, and move the light yet suffocating pillar off

Swiping and insulting each other at every turn whilst the boys fought each other for the phone that they pulled away from the back of your counter to the front. They needed to call a ambulance to make sure you were gonna be okay but their constant roars and wet smacks for punches were distracting them. Your head was fuzzy and stung, your eyes grew blurry whilst the voices of the four begun fading away

What a horrible day

I accidentally made us more clumsy and air-headed, then obnoxious and tough to handle but I hope it’s okay!

[ivanttakethis]

End of Round 16 - Tov’s Log

Nyx (61) vs. Castor (38) - Nyx Win

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Tov managed to catch Nyx just before his round started.

She’d pulled him into a clumsy hug, impeded by the collars they still had to wear, and told him in a deathly serious tone, “Don’t make me mourn you if I don’t have to.”

Which was Tov speak for: “I love you. Don’t lose. Or else.”

She managed to startle a laugh out of him, and for a brief moment the light on his collar flashed green.

A pair of guards shoved her into a pod shortly after that.

Now, Tov wished she hadn’t said anything at all.

As the life drained out of Castor, limp in Nyx’s arms, it was clear to her that Nyx was always going to lose this round.

61 - 38

“Son of a bitch.”

Tov barely had the wherewithal to cover her mouth with her hand so the cameras aimed at the pods couldn’t read her lips.

Castor had thrown the round.

Tov knew it.

And by the look on Nyx’s face, he knew it too.

Her pod hadn’t even fully opened before Tov jumped out and headed for backstage.

A few guards called out for her to stop or come back or something. She couldn’t hear them.

She couldn’t hear anything over the shrill voice screaming in her head.

Find Nyx. Find Nyx. Find Nyx.

It chanted.

Find Nyx. Find him. Now.

There was nothing the guards could say.

Tov wasn’t wearing a collar. They had taken it off of her so the crowd wouldn’t see that it never turned green.

If they wanted to stop her now, they would have to shoot her.

The crowd was thick and flowed in the opposite direction of the stage, but Tov remained undeterred as she shouldered her way through the throng of aliens and their pet-humans.

What she lacked in strength and size, she made up for in her agility, ducking under arms and squeezing through small gaps between audience members.

Soon, but not soon enough, she reached the staff door leading backstage and pushed her way inside.

The adjustment from the bright lights of the stage setup to the minimal lighting of the tunnels was welcome. Tov’s eyes made it easier to navigate in dimly lit spaces.

Nyx entered the stage from the left, the same way she did. She just needed to get back there.

Relying heavily on instinct, Tov made her way through the halls — ignoring any strange looks cast her way — until she ended up near the left wing.

She stopped in her tracks, held her breath, and listened.

Someone nearby was hyperventilating.

It sounded painfully familiar.

“Nyx?” She called out.

The hyperventilating stopped with a choked off noise, “Tov?”

He was somewhere to her right.

She frantically looked around for any sign of Nyx, nearly turning in a full circle before she caught sight of his two-toned hair in the corner of her eye.

Relief and worry flooded Tov in equal measure.

He was sitting down on a bench, tears streaming down his face, covered in Castor’s blood. A mess inside and out, no doubt.

Castor you absolute bastard.

Tov rushed over to Nyx and pulled him into a crushing hug, damn the blood, snot, and tears. He immediately crumpled in her arms.

She cradled his head has gently as she could, careful to keep her nails from catching on his injured ear as she carded a hand through his hair.

Nyx only cried harder.

His whole body shook with the force of his sobs.

“H-He threw it. Cas threw the round!”

All Tov could say was, “I know.”

“Why? W-Why would he do that?” He hiccuped, “Why would he do this to me?”

“I don’t know why.” She hugged him tighter, fighting back tears threatening to well up in her own eyes, “I’m so sorry, Nyx.”

Tov was lying.

She knew why Castor did what he did.

He did it because he wanted to protect Nyx. Because he loved him more than life itself.

It was a hard and bitter pill to swallow, even if it wasn’t intended for her to take.

Nyx couldn’t handle something like that right now.

His cries were still piercing raw, even when muffled against the fabric of her dress.

He clung to her like a lifeboat in a raging sea storm. Like she was the only thread in his life that hadn’t completely unraveled.

Somehow, he felt small in her arms.

Tov had to remind herself that he was only 19. A baby, in comparison to her.

He had been through so much in his short life and had the scars to prove it.

Losing Castor probably hurt the worst.

“Tov?” Nyx asked during a lull in his tears, still sniffling.

Tov hummed to indicate she was listening, gently rocking the two of them from side to side as she shifted her weight to either foot.

Her heels were beginning to hurt. She couldn’t tell if they were bleeding yet or not. I’ll worry about it later.

“Promise me… promise me you won’t throw our round.”

Tov sighed. She should’ve known that was coming.

Dread pooled like lead in her stomach.

But she relented. She relented because she had to.

“Okay,” She kissed the top of his head, one of the only places on him without blood, “I promise.”

Tov was lying.

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Nyx win, but at what cost??

My poor son (I’ve adopted him btw) is really going through it 😔

The parallels with post Round 10 are paralleling nicely (read: intentionally).

Tov and Nyx rushing to comfort one another right after a traumatic event is part of my sibling agenda for them.

And Tov was dead serious about the guards having to shoot to stop her. Nothing was going to get in the way of her finding Nyx as soon as possible.

I keep saying that Tov isn’t good at comforting people, and yet here she is… comforting people…

Also, Tov is lowkey a Castor hater right now because of what he did to Nyx (I fully acknowledge that this is hypocritical of her).

Nyx belongs to @rockwgooglyeyes.

Castor belongs to @lookatmysillies.

[dotthings]

Here's the thing. While it's great to encourage an environment where different approaches and nuanced variances on the canon are welcomed and prompt more discussion, there comes a point where chronic negative misreadings set in, and it becomes an echo chamber. Projections. Bad faith readings. People unable to discern themselves from the characters' pov. People unable to discern between their fears on what the character's intentions/motivations are vs the character's intentions/motivations. Not all of this is on purpose. But there are some truly nihilistic, chronically negative takes, and bad faith takes, and this is something that has eaten the fandom since the beginning of the show. I'm referring here to something different than people getting pissed at a particular episode or arc--spn is imperfect and sometimes it is an aggravating text. There has to be room for criticism, and space made for people to disagree.

But room for criticism and space to disagree doesn't mean having to throw the doors wide open to every chronic bad faith, nihilistic, or highly negative reading that comes along.

There is such a thing as a canon and throwing spaghetti at the wall, and protecting it under the idea of "interpretation," when that is protecting chronically negative, worst faith readings heavily based in projections, isn't how media discussion actually should work. It gets to the point where certain chronic uncharitable readings get popularized and it results in a miserable environment where anyone who sees it differently gets driven out of fandom space after fandom space just for not hating the way others hate. It's not joyful. It's stressful.

It's not about Dabb era. It's not about S15. It's not about The Trap. It's that I've had to see this in spn fandom over and over and it's been there since Kripke era.

Just pulling out one example. The discussions over The Trap. Most takes, chronically, since that ep aired, have tipped over into either far too blaming about Dean, or far too blaming about Cas. I'm not sure which character has in fact gotten the worst most chronic unjust reading, I just know I've witnessed it in stereo, from the Cas stan side against Dean, from the Dean stan side against Cas.

It's nails on a chalkboard reading some of those takes. It was back when those seasons were airing and it is now, 4 years after spn has ended. It's a record scratch on the canon song, over and over and over. It's chronic.

And it is wrong. I'm just going to say it. Both sides have been wrong. And they are wronging both Dean and Cas and they are wronging the story told by a whole team of writers who cared about the story and the characters. I actually don't care that much what people think of me. I do have a right to assert myself there, and defend myself, but that isn't what this is about at the core.

I can't just shake this off.

Dean and Cas both deserve better and the story deserves better. They're both deeply complex characters, neither is a villain, neither is [insert whatever bad faith unfairly harsh distortion of their canon selves one side or the other tripled down in clinging to this time].

I have to triple underline how CHRONIC THIS IS. (Not just on Dean and Cas).

It's been in every era of SPN.

But right now late SPN is still a hot topic, it's the most recent, its ramifications are still rippling, it comes up most often in my orbit and pocket of fandom.

I am consciously trying to keep my own bitterness about the "antidabbnatural" chronic takes contained so it doesn't distract from the actual reasons I'm here and what I want to focus on, but sometimes it is really hard, it's like I'm never going to escape from it, and like, of course, people are allowed to be angry, at the characters or the creative decisions, but at a certain point it tips over into chronically nihilistic negative hot takes that leaves little room for anything else.

Maybe people who came in late also don't know just how bad it got during the airings of those final seasons, how much hatred there was, how many attacks there were on good faith meta writers.

I don't have spoons for it any more, so I insulate myself and curate really strictly. Even with all my curating, it's not enough. It's a cycle that's inescapable.

Can't do anything about what other people do or what their takes are on the canon, this isn't a tone police or oppressing people or saying they can't post whatever the heck they want. I'm saying I'm allowed to have feelings about it and react to chronically negative takes.

I also am fed up with people having to apologize for liking S12-15.

Anyone who doesn't like that I actually appreciate the work of the writers room and the end results that wound up on screen, that I don't hate that era, that I've had my own grievances with it, but also have with Carver era, Gamble era, Kripke era, is just going to have to cope.

And let me make this completely clear: Dean is my favorite. He's been my favorite since episode 1 aired. Dean's been the character whose pov I consider first since the beginning. That doesn't mean I don't relate to or feel for Sam or Cas's pov, this is me being realistic and honest about being a Dean fan--not in the sense that I only care about Dean, in the sense that Dean has been my heart center of this show, and the most dominant lens of my entry point into the story. Not the sole entry point. But my heart center. I've been an spn fan for almost 20 years. Dean is my very favorite. That doesn't mean I have to throw other characters under a bus and capitulate to what bitter Dean stans think I should capitulate to.

And one of the reasons I like the final seasons is Dean's arc.

It is because of Dean. It's not despite how Dean was treated, I like it anyway. It's because of Dean. Because of his storyline. Because of the compassionate, painful arc the canon took him through.

I have seen "antidabbnaturals" go off on why they hate those seasons and they shout about how Dean was portrayed, treated, and depicted, and it puts flames on the side of my face because they are being reductive and insulting. Not the canon. Stans. Or it's Dean stans or it's Cas stans, going on another bashfest against Cas or against Dean.

But I want to make this absolutely clear, my so-called "apologism" for those seasons isn't about Destiel. It's because Dean's story, most of all, that I find it compelling. There are things I wished had been done better, or more completely, things that got short-changed. Mostly that concerns the ending, and I'm also not saying there are no problems at all. But I'm absolutely exhausted from seeing Dean's arc attacked by "Dean stans" and I'm exhausted from the cycles of Dean bashing or Cas bashing and exhausted from writing/episodes I really love being ripped to shreds, chronically. Non-stop.

It went on for four seasons in a row of non-stop hate and 4 years after spn ended I recently got a reminder it's all still out there. It's not that everyone involved was being that chronic or that hateful, but there's always an inevitable chain reaction and it brought the old hatred to the yard. I had to block more accounts. I'm just so done with it.

Anyway, this is my personal perspective. What people do with it isn't my problem. But I really needed to say it.